The Savage casually leans against a wall, arms crossed across her chest, and waits. She trusted Jacque, but if things, for some reason, went south, she’d rather be there to help.
Hearing the sound, which wasn’t as loud as your typical gun, but enough for Kindred hearing to pick up, she looks to the door. These types of guns weren’t the type that need a silencer.
Nodding as Jacque exits, “Usually two to five minutes. It’s a standard dose, so I’m not expecting any longer then that."